Not His Wife Novels & Stories

"I know that." "To my son. To Ethan. You have a child with him. The papers you signed the other night do not change the fact that your marriage has not been dissolved, and when it is, it will not be quiet." She said it slowly, as if explaining a difficult sum. "It will be public. It will be discussed. And in the middle of all of it will be my eldest son, a man whose name has been respected for twenty years, standing beside the wife of his younger brother." "Estranged wife," I said.

He pitched his crazy idea, insultingly so. "Don't ever insult my wife!" I growled. "You've always been so touchy young man." He chuckled. "What does this woman have other than a pretty face and body?" He had the audacity to point at my wife. I lurched at him and pulled him by the collar, ready to punch him hard in the face for belittling my wife. "You should be married to Cheryl and create a strong unshakable empire, not some nobody who's leaching off your wealth." He scoffed.

Piero shook his head and promptly obeyed. “Where is Uncle Noah?” The little girl asked. It was natural for a child to ask a lot of questions anyway, so they did not mind much. “He is not here, and he is not coming back. He is not my husband anymore, my love.” Natalia said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Okay. Is this your new husband?” She asked, referring to Piero. Natalia and Piero’s eyes met each other in the rear view mirror.

"The hell, dude!" I looked at him with a poker face as I was expecting that kind of reaction from him. "It shouldn't be so surprising for you. You know that I love Noor and Noor alone." I reminded him which just made him get angrier. "What about your wife?! She's in this house because of you! You can't just ignore her." "She isn't my wife first of all and secondly, I can ignore her and I do. She isn't my problem. She's mom's and dad's problem."

“Did they call your family because I can so you have someone here?” “Family?” he asked as he still just looked at her standing there as she moved to the side of his bed. He knew he had to be drugged, but it wasn’t making any sense in his head. “Your wife.” She said. “Not married.” He said as he looked at her, still amazed she was there with him. “Oh.” Haven said, somewhat surprised. “is there anyone you want me to notify?” “No,” he said as she shook his head. There was no one in his life who would care that he was there.

Nothing, Just like that. Listen you need to be strong... You can't cry like this. How does it matter, even if you saw what you just saw? He is my husband... Only on a piece of paper !!! I don't know... I feel he is my husband. No !!! He is not. He has never considered you as his wife. He is not interested in you at all. He made it clear in the beginning that he loves someone else. He told you, he would never fall for you.

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

Kevin looked at him, overwhelmed and incredulous at what his cousin had just confessed. “I can’t believe it, Pablo! I think Jimena should leave you; you’re trash. I love you, Pablo, because you’re my cousin; but you’re the worst.” He shook his head with a disappointed expression. “Jimena is your wife, the mother of your child, and you’re putting her in the same place as that unscrupulous floozy. Because let me tell you, dear cousin, a woman who respects herself doesn’t make advances on or kiss a married man. Think carefully about what you’re going to do, because if you choose her, a bitter life awaits you.”

I ask. “I was hoping we could go on a hike as a family. We haven’t had any of those. And I think as a family we do…” he says. “That sounds like fun. Let me get ready…” I say finishing off my food, I place it in the sink. I rinse them off before putting them in the dishwasher. “So, your sister’s getting married?” I ask. He smiles. “From what I’ve heard she’s already married; this is just a reception of sorts. It’s the first time the family’s meeting her husband as well. Apparently, he comes from a big family, that has a lot of money…” he explains.

He flatly says and I stare at him confused. His wife would rather be out with friends partying instead of being home with him? I look at his posture. It's a Friday night and he looks tense. His wife should be home helping him with that. Not partying. "Your wife is-" I pause "partying?" Is he messing with me? "Yes Via. My wife is out partying. Do you have something to comment about that?" I feel his eyes burn through my soul.